Burn Baby, Burn For legions of fans the Spanish Civil War never really ended. 西班牙内战 Every season it flares up again when Barcelona play Real Madrid. 1936-1939 And as each side tries to outdo the other with star players and footballing excellence, the fixture has become the world's most keenly savoured club match. by Andy Mitten WHen Real Madrid beat barcelona to sign david Beckham, Barca fans could only shrug their shoulders. Such is the depressed state of their club that few in Catalunya mustered any outrage. It hasn't always been this way. But then there has never been such a gulf in success between Spain's two biggest clubs and historically ferocious rivals. the Barca-Madrid rivalry has always run far, far deeper than football. The clubs represent two languages, two peoples and , in the view of many Catalans, two countries. And each of those two countries invests enormous national pride and vast sums in their flagship clubs. Which is why the game they call "El Derbi" remains, whatever the relative positions of the two sides, probably the most emotionally charged yet glamorous domestic club fixture in the world. NOVEMBER 23 2002, THE NOU CAMP, Barcelona: Despite what the TV commentary cliches say, the stadium is no cauldron - for many games the atmosphere is forgettable. It's 98,000 seats spread over three vast tiers may make it like European football's largest citadel, but it's size can work against it. The Stadium is hard to fill, and even Barca's recent average gate of 65,000 means that there are typically 33,000 empty seats. Aside from the ultras who stand behind both goals, Barca's match-going fans are staunchly middle-class. A typical season ticket costs less than half its equivalent at Old Tafford or Anfield, but watching games on TV with your mates in a bar is more popular. Locals joke that the stadium's loudest noise comes at half time when Burberry-clad ladies unwrap the tin foil off cured ham sandwiches. Either that or when news comes through that Madrid are losing. Which isn't often these days. The nou Camp does match the hype a couple of times a season, though. When the Catalan national side (Jordi Cruyff meets Pep Guardiola) plays one of it's non-FIFA recognised matches, the stadium is a fecerish amphitheatre of Catalan flags. The other occasion is when Madrid come to town. (Jordi Cruyff 是巴萨名将Johan Cruyff克鲁依夫的儿子。他是荷兰人，但是在 巴萨先以球员身份再以教练的角色两度把自己跟这个球队推上世界的高峰。而在 巴塞隆纳落地生根，在当时把小孩以Jordi这个最普遍的加泰隆尼亚名字起名，让 马德里超级不爽而却也大大的让加泰隆尼亚人伸出双臂欢迎这个巴萨之子。 ) Scientist have measured the noise level before kick-off as lounder than a 747 at take-off. It hurts. Before Barca's stirring anthem is played, the teams are read out over the PA. "Makelele, Solari..." then there's a puroseful pause "...Figo". The volume peaks with ear-splitting shirillness- hell hath no fury like a football club whose star player has defectred to it's most hated rival - and them again when Madrid's staring 11 run out to the center circle and applaud the crowd. "The son of bitches are taking the piss," howls a gent nearby, not a year shy of 70. (关於Figo转会始末请查巴萨板之前的OP po文 [重贴]Figo转会皇马始末) -- http://community.webshots.com/s/image12/2/5/78/135620578QwYcik_ph.jpg --

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